C17

The door to that room was tightly closed. According to Guang Biao, there was no one inside. Young Master Qin sent the tattooed man to grab the card to open the door.

She avoided the large bed and went straight to the window, looking down on the cars and pedestrians below. Everything was so insignificant, and this was life. In the eyes of those in a higher position, it was death and seizing.

He searched the entire room, but there was no one around. Killing intent flashed in Young Master Qin's eyes, but he walked beside Mo Xiaoxiao with a smile and looked down at the ants below: "Do you want to be a flyer?"

Mo Xiaoxiao's heart trembled. She did not look at Young Master Qin, but at the sky outside. She heard her own voice in the air, "As long as you are not afraid of being unable to answer to the master in the room, I don't mind."

She knew that the higher a person was, the more suspicious they would be. They couldn't afford to lose, and now was not the time to announce Xiao Meng Han's name.

"Necklace, I must get it back." Qin Shao Bao took a step back and sent the two bodyguards out of the window while holding on to Quiet And Soo.

Jing Xiaoxiao did not resist at all, nor did she plead for herself. The wind outside ruffled her hair.

It was impossible for her to not be afraid in her heart, as she valued her life more than anyone else. Her eyes looked at the sky which was half of the sky illuminated by the multicolored light, and her lips curled up into a slight, assured smile.

He didn't believe that this woman wasn't afraid of death. What made her so confident?

Whether or not to let go, the two bodyguards waited anxiously for Young Master Qin to speak. Their hands were clutching Mo Xiaoxiao's arms and legs, the veins on their hands were bulging. It wasn't out of effort, but out of fear of a mishap.

"Young … Young Master Qin, not good …"

"I'm fine." Young Master Qin stared at Photon rushing in and shouted, "What's the matter that makes you so flustered?"

After coming in and seeing what happened, Guang Zhen was stunned. Then, he quickly walked up to Young Master Qin and whispered a few words to him. His expression changed as he turned his head to face the two bodyguards.

The two bodyguards brought Mo Xiaoxiao back into the room with trembling hands. Their foreheads were covered in sparkling sweat, but Jing Xiaoxiao's expression remained the same.

Qin Shao Bao didn't look at Ye Mo and instead walked out with large strides. He only left behind an order: "Take it back and look after it."

Before he could open his mouth, a sharp pain came from the back of his neck. His vision went dark, and he fell limply to the ground.

It was a wig, with messy hair that looked like a bunch of unkempt black lines. There was even a cheap perfume smell on it.

Xiao Meng Han lowered her head to look at the wig, her eyes darkened. She clenched her fingers tightly, and the car window slowly slid down. Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Meng Han threw the wig out.

The black wig rolled in the air, dropped with the wind, and landed with a thud on the windshield of a car.

"What is it?" Young Master Qin raised his eyebrows. He was in a hurry to meet the customer. If that necklace really was taken by Xiao Menghan, it would give Young Master Qin a headache just thinking about it.

Just now, Qin Ziheng had called and severely taught Young Master Qin a lesson. The guest in that room was the president of the Xiao Group, Xiao Menghan.

When the necklace fell into Xiao Meng Han's hands, Young Master Qin could not figure out what Xiao Meng Han was thinking.

Looking at the wig that suddenly popped out of the window, Young Master Qin became even angrier. He roared at the driver, "Are you blind? How do you drive?"

"Young Master Qin, this looks like the woman's wig." Photon carefully held the wig in front of Young Master Qin and said, "This smell is exactly the same."

The corner of Young Master Qin's mouth twitched. He could tell just by the smell? However, what Photon said next moved the heart of Qin Shao Bao.

"Lan had brought this with her before. Everything in the clubhouse has a sign on it."

On the inside of the wig was impressively an exclusive symbol of the clubhouse, specially prepared for the women to dress up to the guests' liking. Young Master Qin's brows were tightly knitted. He turned to Photon and asked, "Has that woman woken up?"